[Did he just say bit? Bit by what? A dog? A lion? Who the fuck knows what the hell is around here? He's locking up, shutting the door a little loudly.]
Damn straight you are.
[He's made it as far as the hospital. That much is good. Maybe. Larry's heart is racing in his ears, and his steps are echoing over the phone line perhaps.]
phone call
[You can probably hear hospital hullabaloo in the background, Larry.]
phone call
What's going on?
[He's not one to call.]
phone call
["Sir, you shouldn't be talking--"]
Fuck you. [Nope, Freddy's not giving up his phone.]
phone call
[Note the hustle now to his voice. This comes from grabbing up a coat and shoes.]
Where the fuck are you? What happened?
phone call
[More hospital noise and a nurse insisting he stop talking.]
I'm gonna be okay though, cause I'm a tough guy.
I swear to fucking God. [That part's not for you, Larry, but this is.]
Come visit me?
phone call
Damn straight you are.
[He's made it as far as the hospital. That much is good. Maybe. Larry's heart is racing in his ears, and his steps are echoing over the phone line perhaps.]
I'm on my way.
phone call
[So next to his name on the paper is "(BJ?)" which should help you find him, Larry.]
See you soon huh?
phone call
[Is this good news? He doesn't know yet. Now isn't the time for stupid questions. Shit shit shit.]
Soon, kid.
[How bad is the damage? How long has he been bleeding? Larry can see the warehouse in his head. All that red, red blood too.]
phone call
[He has the right sense not to say Larry. That's good news too.]
I gotta go.
phone call
Okay.
[What can he say? Hold on? He should have been there or something.]
Be there before you know it.